"Many have died since they were born
Wrapped in trees with bleeding thorns
Selfishness is always a cruel thing
It grips, it kills, it's bad and mean

Others' opinions they do despise
They think, alone, they will be wise
If you are not a humble man
Sorry friend, you'll never stand

They've made their own lives hollow and weak
They've ceased to shine, their souls get sick
They feel neither glee nor do they feel stark
Their horizons are gloomy, cloudy and dark

What can they do to change their fate?
It is non changeable, we don't have to wait
Don't face your life as something strange
Our Fate may lead us to a better change."